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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.