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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.