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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.