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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.