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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Smog,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.