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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.