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 France 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.