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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Slave,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.