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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.