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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
MC5,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.