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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Visage,
Shoche,
X-101,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
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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.