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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.