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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.