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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.