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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.