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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.