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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.