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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.