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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.