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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.