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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.