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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.