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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Magma to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Pole,
10cc,
Sparks,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.