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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Order to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.