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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.