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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
MC5,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.