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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Section 25,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.