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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.