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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.