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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Sound,
CMW,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.