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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.