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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.