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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.