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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.