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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.