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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.