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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.