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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.