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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.