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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.