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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.