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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.