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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.