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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.