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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.