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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Skaos,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.