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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.