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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.