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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.