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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.