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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.