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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.