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 Sierra Leone 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.