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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.