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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.