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 Syria 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Index,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.