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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.