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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
10cc,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Nas,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.