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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.