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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.