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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.