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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.