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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Parry Music,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.