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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.