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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.