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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.