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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.