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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.