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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Television,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.