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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Gong,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.