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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.