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 India and from Mexico City.
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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.