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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.