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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Cameo,
Gong,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.