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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.