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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.