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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.