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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.