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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.