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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.