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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.