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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.