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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.