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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.