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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.