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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.