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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.