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 Panama and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.