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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.