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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.