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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.