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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.