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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.