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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.