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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.