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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.