Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.