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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.