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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.