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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.