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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.