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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.