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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.