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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.