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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.