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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.