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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.