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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.