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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.