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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.