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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.