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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.