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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Agent Orange 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.