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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.