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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Nico,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.