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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.