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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
June Days,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.