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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
cv313,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.