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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.