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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.