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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.