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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.