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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.