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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Television,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.