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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.