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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.