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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Rites of Spring 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.