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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.