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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.