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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.