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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.