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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.