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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Brick,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.