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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.