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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
10cc,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.