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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.