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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.