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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.