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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.