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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.