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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.