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 France and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.