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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
JFA,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.