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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Hood to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.