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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.