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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.