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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.