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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.