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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.