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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.