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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.