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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
MC5,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.