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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.