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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Babytalk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.