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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.