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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.