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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.