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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Magma,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.