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 Lebanon 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.