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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.