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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
the Association,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.