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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Can,
Scion,
Index,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Gong,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.