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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.