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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
PIL,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.