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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.