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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.