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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.