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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.