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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.