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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
MC5,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.