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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.