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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.