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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.