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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.