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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Crime,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.