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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.