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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.