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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.