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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.