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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.