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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.