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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Hashim,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.