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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.