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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.