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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.