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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.