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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.