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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.