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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jandek,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.