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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.