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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
DNA,
The Human League,
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.