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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Model 500,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.