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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
X-101,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.