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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.