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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Television,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.