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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
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.