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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
PIL,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.