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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.