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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Remains to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.