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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.