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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Simply Red 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.