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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.