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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.