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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.