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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.