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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.