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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.