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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.