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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.