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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.