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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
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.