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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.