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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Magma,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.