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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.