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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.