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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.