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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.