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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.