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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.