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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Model 500,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.