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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.