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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.