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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.