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 and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Gong,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.