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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.