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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.