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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.