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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.