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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.