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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.