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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.