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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.