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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.