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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.