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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.