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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.