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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.