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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.