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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.