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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.