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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.