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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.