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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.