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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Can,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.