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 Philippines 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.