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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Television,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.