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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.