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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
This Heat,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.