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 London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.