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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.