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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
cv313,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.