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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.