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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.