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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.