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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.