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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.