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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
the Association,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.