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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.