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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
China Crisis,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.