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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.