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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Litter,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.