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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
the Normal,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.