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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.