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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Fortunes 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.