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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Erasure,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.