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 Azerbaijan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.