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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
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.