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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.