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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.