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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.