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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.