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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Names,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.