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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
X-101,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.