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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.