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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.