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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.