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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.