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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.