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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.