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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Index,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Crime,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.