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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.