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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.