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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.