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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.