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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.