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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.