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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Wings,
John Holt,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.