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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.