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 France and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.