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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Echospace,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.