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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.