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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.