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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.