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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.