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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.