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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.