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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.