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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Slave,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.