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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.