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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.