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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.