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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Japan to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.