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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Index,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.