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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.