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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.