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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.