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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.