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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.