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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
The Index,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.