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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.