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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skriet to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.