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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.