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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Nico,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.