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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
ABC,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.