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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Normal to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.