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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.