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 Turkey 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.