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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Television,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
UT,
10cc,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.