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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.