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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.