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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
10cc,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.