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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.