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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Smog to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.