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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.