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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.