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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
The Index,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.