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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 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 cv313 to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.