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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.