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 India and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
UT,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.