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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.