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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.