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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.