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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Fear,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.