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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-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.