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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.