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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.