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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.