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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.