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 United States and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.