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 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.