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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Television,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.