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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
X-102,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.