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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.