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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
PIL,
Television,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.