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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.