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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.