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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Technova,
a-ha,
Franke,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Unwound,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.