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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.