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 Afghanistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.