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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Index,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.