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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.