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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.