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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.