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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Wings,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.