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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.