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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.