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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.