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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
EPMD,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.