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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.