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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.