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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.