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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Index,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.