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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.