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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.