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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
World's Most,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.