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 Jamaica 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.