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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.