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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Scion,
X-101,
a-ha,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.