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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.