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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.