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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.