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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Josef K,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.