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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.