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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.