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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
New Order,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.