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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.