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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.