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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.