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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.