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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.