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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.