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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.