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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Organ,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.