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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.