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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.