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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.