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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.