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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Black Pus 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.