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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.