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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
MC5,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.