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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.