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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.