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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.