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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.