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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.