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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.