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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.