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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 JFA to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.