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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.