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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.