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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Fear,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.