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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.