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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Lyres,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.