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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.