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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.