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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage 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 grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.