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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.