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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
MC5,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.