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 Italy 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.