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 Grenada and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.