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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Organ,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.