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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.