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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.