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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Franke,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.