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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
UT,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.