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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.