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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry 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 dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.