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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.