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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
MDC,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.