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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.