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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.