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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.