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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.