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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.