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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.