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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.