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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.