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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.