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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.