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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Technova,
Monks,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.