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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
The Sound,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.