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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Swans,
10cc,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.