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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.