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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 Delhi and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.