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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.