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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.