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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.