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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Smog,
UT,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Swans,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.