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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Cramps to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.