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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.