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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.