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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.