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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.