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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.