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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.