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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.