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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.