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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.