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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.