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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Index,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.