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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Nico,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.