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 Uganda 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.