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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.