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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.