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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.