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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Television,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.