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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
New Order,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.