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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.