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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.