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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Jandek,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.