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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.