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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.