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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.