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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.