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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.