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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.