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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.