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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Technova,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.