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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Oneida,
ABC,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.