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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
AZ,
The Litter,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.