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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.