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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.