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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.