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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.