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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.