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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.