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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.