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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.