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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.