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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Swans,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.