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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.