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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.