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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.