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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.