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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Lalann,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.