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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.