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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.