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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.