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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.