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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.