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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.