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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.