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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.