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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.