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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.