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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.