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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.