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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.