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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.