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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.