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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.