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 Libya 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.