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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
X-101,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.