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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.