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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.