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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Aswad,
PIL,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.