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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.