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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Can,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.