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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.