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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.