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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.