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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.